#christine d

[fullfrontalbirds]

Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides)

© Christine D

[howgalling]

part one of my designs for some of the non-romanceable characters in Sun Haven I really like ^^ <3

[vamp-bites]

What if they were more chill….

[beef-unknwn]

My Operetta redesign! I cooked here I think 💥

(some design notes under da cut☝️🤓)

The Dies Irae (at least the first four notes) is referenced in these four prominent blotches! (shitty visualisation) (and yes! I gave her five linear scars to reference music sheets)

And this schwoopy hair thing is supposed to look like a treble clef but i probably didn't make it obvious enough oopsies 😐

Anyways I love bitches with facial deformities that are LOUD and UGLY 💖

[dragonairice]

I think I cooked with this one

[queenleech]

okay so this started off as a spencer and alex father daughter doodle page but i got distracted and drew some of my favorite umbrella characters

characters: ozwell spencer (re5, younger fan design), alex wesker (rerev2, natalia black dress design), queen leech + james marcus (re0), mylène beardsley (biohazard: the wicked north sea, fan color palette), christine henry (re2 n64, the female spy ada lives, fan design), annette birkin (re2), morpheus duvall (re dead aim), sergei vladimir (re uc), albert wesker + william birkin (re0)

sorry about the ashford family erasure i wanted to draw them but i’m too tired

[britishchick09]

poto stereoscopes from 1925! :D

[pensivebathtub]

working hard or hardly working???

[drawingllamas]

While I'm waiting for Baldur's Gate 3 to download, here are my D&D characters + the half-drow character I played in early access!

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | POTO - Erik x Listener NSFW Introducing The Phantom of the Opera to Intimacy [N!!SFW Patreon Preview]

[M4A] [Non-specific genitalia for listener] [Vers bottom listener] [First time] [Praise] [Reverse comfort] [Fingering on listener] [Oral on speaker] [Non-specific penetration on listener] 

TW: There is a mention of Erik starting to now eat more to get to a healthier weight and describing himself as "all skin and bone", eating disorders are not discussed but wanted to mention this here in case even just that mention of weight and food would be an uncomfortable surprise for anyone.

This month's second Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio. FantasyPrincess asked for "I was thinking maybe a listener's first time audio? with Erik I'm thinking a mutual first time with lots of sweetness and checking in from both sides; just a lot of innocence and praise", Fern said "A first time with Erik would be so sweet!", Primrose Path said "The first time with Erik idea is a thing I didn't know I needed until now. ", GhostlyLurker said "Massive agree on the first time with Erik! Would be so soft and sweet".

Thank you all for the well wishes! My voice is back and I've been able to start recording again. Sadly still a bit sick and the aches in my legs haven't gone away. On a couple types of medication at the moment now and hopefully they work without making me more sick, but it's still meds so might be a bit a tired for a while.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[wolf-tail]

This is how Erik was down in the basement writing Don Juan Triumphant

[eldarianduelist]

Credo and Adol at the KFC ( Commission for @hinac0 )

[thatsrightice]

F-14 FUN FACT OF THE DAY #68

On March 3, 2007, an F-14D(R) Super Tomcat was delivered to the Fort Worth Aviation Museum in a Lockheed C-5A Galaxy to the Fort Worth Aviation Museum. On loan from the National Naval Aviation Museum (NNAM) in Pensacola, Florida, this aircraft holds the title of being the longest serving F-14 Tomcat in the Navy having delivered on July 16, 1975.

While F-14 BuNo. 159600 was participating in the Tomcat’s final cruise a bulkhead would blow out during routine maintenance and the aircraft would spend most of the next few months in the hangar earning the nickname “Christine” after the Stephen King thriller.

Read more about Christine here!

[orlaogden]

Mchart week: The Road Trip

They are both unusually quiet in the morning. As if they are afraid to break the peaceful silence and ruin everything, so they let their bodies speak for their tongues. Kurt fries bacon and eggs, Diane warms up bagels and makes coffee.

A light brush of hands, short timid smiles. She adverts her eyes, and he feels a sudden pang in the chest. His arms snake around her waist, he just can't help it, his lips kiss the side of her head above the right ear. Despite the short glimpse of sadness he felt radiating from her just a moment ago, she leans in his embrace readily, caresses his back, kisses his shoulder. They're bathing in morning sunlight, in the warmth of their embrace and in the smell of the coffee.

"Kurt. Let's get away from the city for a while?" Diane blurts out.

"You mean, go to the country?"

"No... Go on a trip. Spend some time in nature." She knows he would love it. She knows that she will enjoy it too and they need it.

Kurt's eyebrows go up. Diane and nature: a beautiful combination but a rare one.

"Why?"

"To make a room," she pauses and finds his left hand with hers. "To clear more space for... love. Just be simply Diane and Kurt for a while."

Kurt is almost ready to laugh. He thinks that he is always himself and that being in love with her is his default state of being. But he gets it, so he just squeezes her hand and kisses her cheek instead.

"Do you have something particular in mind?"

"Nope. We can make arrangements today and go tomorrow."

"It's a deal then." He smiles into her hair.

The silence between them sparks with anticipation of something exciting as they eat.

***

Eventually they decide to go to Starved Rock. It's not too far from Chicago and it's beautiful.

Kurt's driving the car. Lyle Lovett doesn't provoke a sudden wave of longing anymore. The car doesn't reek of incense. Everything falls right into place. They're not going to meditate, they're going to walk and see the waterfalls, although Diane doesn't even mind watching him fishing for the whole day, breathing in the fresh air and the closeness of the most important person in her life she missed so much and desperately tried to forget in the fear of no future.

"You know what. We should try an axe throwing next."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll show you my moves." She adds with a cheeky smile. 

"I always thought it's a pity that you had got over it before we could try it together." 

"Maybe you'll find that the axes are actually hotter than guns."

"I know for sure that you'd  look hot as hell with an axe. As for the technical side… Maybe I am a simple guy, but I like complicated things, you know."

"Oh, I know. You wouldn't marry me if you haven't." Diane sighs. "There are actually so many things we haven't tried doing together…"

The majority of the trip they discuss their plans for future activities they want to try, building a bridge to their life together in DC. Diane thinks that maybe her cowboy is not an artsy person but he sure knows how to have fun and make her feel warm inside. 

The playful talk only dies out when they stop at a parking lot near a gas station to buy some coffee. Somehow coffee gets forgotten pretty quick as they indulge in a not exactly silent make out session.

***

“There is something humbling about the ancient rocks. We try to be important, be heroes, make a difference, while they’re just standing here and will outlive us all…”

“You’ll be able to make a difference again when you’re back in a courtroom. Real difference for real people.” 

And you will feel better, his tender green eyes tell her. She already feels better. The earth, the rustle of leaves, water and his steady presence ground her. Baby steps are not so frustrating anymore. Finally she knows what she needs to do: go back to what she does best. Leading a law firm, fighting for clients she actually cares about. Finally she doesn’t feel so painfully alone.

She looks down at the calm water surface and muses. 

This is crazy how you start to think that a person you have mutual interests with understands you on a truly deep level, seeking his advice because you feel like drowning, only to realize later that he doesn't know you at all. And it makes sense, because he really doesn't.

And this is crazy how a person, you have so little in common with on a surface level, gets you better than anyone else in the world. It doesn't make sense at all, but it feels so right when you don't overthink it.

***

"Ouch!" Diane stumbles and almost falls but Kurt's strong hand supports her in time.  

"Are you alright, hon?" he asks gently caressing her side. Diane takes a deep breath trying to not lean too much onto him.

"I think I've twisted my ankle. I'll be alright in a minute."

"You need to sit down and rest for a bit…" Kurt looks around trying to find something suitable. Sadly, they are out in the wild and there are no benches. "What do you think about this nice looking rock?" 

Kurt helps Diane to reach the big flat rock he spotted and sit down. Then he takes three steps back, checks her out affectionately and pulls the smartphone out of his pocket. 

"You look like a princess who got lost in the woods."

"Yeah, seventy years old princess in leather pants", Diane answers sarcastically. 

"Princess SexyPantsass", Kurt says lightheartedly and gets a perfect shot of her laughing. This will be a nice addition to his growing collections of Diane's photos. 

When Kurt helps Diane to stand up again, his stomach grumbles loudly. 

"I think we should head to the picnic area. Maybe this place has a dark history, but I don't want my galant knight to starve!"

***

Kurt gives Diane a plate with a hot aromatic grilled cheese sandwich and two sausages on the side while she spoonfeeds him a pasta salad she made this morning. He feeds her grapes. She wipes her hands with a napkin and pats his knee. They clunk two beers and toast their trip. The silence they've immersed into now is comforting in all its cozyness. 

A gust of wind ruffles Kurt's hair, and Diane's fingertips tingle. He is relaxed, almost serene. He looks at her with such tenderness that her lips start tingling too. She brushes breadcrumbs from his mustache, lightly touching the upper lip with her pinkie. He smiles and kisses her fingers. She can't restrain herself anymore. One hand goes up his cheek and disappears in the thick silver hair. The other hand goes up his chest, then his neck. And they are kissing, and kissing, and kissing. Bottles fall clinking against each other. Diane silently prays for the bottles to be empty, but when they end the kiss she looks only at him. 

"Now I'm starved for something else", Kurt breathlessly murmurs in her ear, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. Diane is half turned on, half hyper-aware that they're in a public space. 

"I'm afraid we have to starve for this much longer, my love", she whispers, moving away from him. The look on his face when she says the last two words almost makes her cry. 

“Thank you for coming back to me.” She literally breathes the sentence out. Her guilty look adds: Despite me hurting your feelings again and again.

It is both an apology for how she had left things and gratitude for him finally being here for her, not on the phone with a despicable organization, not somewhere else.

“Thank you for choosing us again.” Kurt answers simply, his voice is breaking in the middle. 

Her brows form two slanting lines, her lips tremble. As though they both could go a different way. They almost did, but no, she couldn't, they couldn’t.

She just hugs him then. If she could melt into his soft flannel shirt, she would. His hands clutch so tightly on her back as if he is afraid she would disappear. 

The next moment an angry kid passes them muttering something about "gross adults". They break their embrace and laugh, probably making the kid even angrier. The unexpressed thought makes them laugh even louder. 

On the way back to the car they see a double rainbow. 

"Everything is gonna be alright", Diane thinks. Kurt opens a car door for her. Going back home doesn't seem so depressing anymore. 

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The song in the edit: Love Will Keep Us Alive by Scorpions. 

Thank you @rexlockhart for organizing such a wonderful fandom event! 💗💗💗

[creaturefeaturecommando]

If I could draw better I’d make something for the Crocomom theory with the song After All sang by Christine Ebersole I might write it instead but like

“What would a mother not do for her child ?

What lengths would a mother not go ?

There’s a bond that exists between mother and child

With no end to how strong it can grow

It’s a promise for life between mother and child

It begins from the moment at birth

And you’re shaken to your soul

With an ache you’ve never known

And you look into your eyes and find you’re looking in your own

And there’s a pain you can’t imagine

A special kind of torture you can feel

A cut that bleeds from somewhere deep inside you

A past regret you can’t heal

And no one guesses all the while you’re praying

That screaming little stranger in your arms

Might just grow up to save you after all”

Would go hard in a crocomom animatic